Julián shook his head and chuckled as he pulled towels out of the linen closet and opened them over the big puddle of water that flooded the bathroom and soaked his cowboy boots. After he was finished undressing, he climbed into the tub with them, which raised the level of the water to the very edge.
Chris rubbed his hardened cock against her hip. “Feeling better? How’s your elbow?” He lifted her arm to look at it and she noticed the redness had diminished somewhat.
“Much better.” She wasn’t shaking anymore either, and the way he was massaging her arms, legs, and shoulders was igniting heat within her as well. The throbbing in her elbow was imperceptible compared to the throbbing below her waist. He lathered his hands with her scented bodywash and she lay back against his chest as his soapy hands roamed to her breasts. He stroked her beaded nipples with his fingertips, lightly scraping over them with his fingernails, drawing a shudder from deep inside her that spread through her whole body.
“Too much?” he asked with a hint of concern in his voice as he pulled his hands away.
She caught his hands in hers and pressed them back to her breasts. “Don’t stop. It’s perfect.” He relaxed and continued stroking her, extending his touch to her collarbones and throat, weaving a spell of languor through her that Julián added to as he caressed her legs.
Her hair grew damp from the bathwater as she lay there but she didn’t care. She loved the way Julián manipulated her toes and then her insteps, slowly working his way up her calves until hope and curiosity filled her, wondering how high he’d go and if their hands would meet in the middle. Her cunt pulsed with hot excitement at the prospect.
Allowing her eyelids to close as she nestled against Chris, Gwen was content to savor their touch as the heat of the bathwater relaxed her. Closing her eyes permitted her to take in this moment with just her sense of touch, and it was wonderful and overwhelming. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to the sensation of two pairs of hands roaming on her flesh, seeking to pleasure her.
A shakiness of a different sort filled her as Chris trailed a hand into the bathwater, cupped some in his hand, and lifted it up to let it run over her nipple. He repeated the process several times as Julián lifted her legs and positioned one on the outer edge of the tub and the other on the edge next to the wall, spreading her open. The bubbles in the tub were few and she knew he could see her spread pussy through the bathwater. She’d kept her eyes closed so she guessed at the look on his face and the state of his hardening cock, at least until he shifted and positioned his calves along her inner thighs, holding them open. The hairs on his legs slid against her and even that sensation was erotic.
He slid a hand over each of her feet, stroking the instep with a light touch before moving upward to her shins and knees. Her pussy was swollen with excitement and she hoped he’d touch her now. She kept her eyes closed to draw out the suspense as he circled her knees with dripping fingers and then began the ascent along her inner thighs. A soft sound filled the room and she realized it was her, moaning.
Chris traced his fingertips from one hip bone to the other under the water as he rubbed his palm against the undersides of her breasts and then slid it down, over her belly button, strumming her, teasing her with an up-and-down movement, never near enough to her pussy as Julián’s fingertips came closer and closer. Her cunt throbbed with need and lust burned inside Gwen as she neared the point of begging.
She arched her back, circling her hips, hoping to get one of them to put their hands on her where she wanted them the most and she felt the chuckle rumbling in Chris’s chest. He pressed back against her and she trembled at the feel of his big, long cock pressed against her lower back. Soon she’d have that monster right where she wanted it.
“Tell us what you want, love,” Julián murmured, his voice sounding gravelly and slightly strained as his fingertips rose inexorably higher.
“Your hands on me…in me…then fuck me. Both of you,” she whispered with a groan as she writhed between them.
Chris let out a deep breath as he slid his hand to her mound, rubbing back and forth, up and down, until his fingertips slid into her cleft and over her clit. Her cunt responded with a convulsion that was nearly painful and she froze, holding on to Chris’s biceps as his finger slid over her clit and right into her pulsing opening. He pumped in and out, and she rocked her hips in rhythm with his motion, feeling herself tighten all around his finger as the orgasm came close to cresting but not quite. She arched again, lifting her pelvis to take more of him. Heat filled her cheeks, and she gasped as Julián slid his fingers to the apex of her thighs and underneath to her butt cheeks. Without hesitation, he pressed a finger against her anus, and she tilted her head back, reaching behind Chris to hold on to his shoulders, seeking leverage.